This week felt like an eternity. A hot, humid, knock-my-head-against-the-wall eternity. This photo is me, last weekend at a soccer game, wearing my SPF 50 jacket to avoid leaving the game with first degree sunburns on my half my body. It pretty much sums up how I’m feeling. Over it and doing what it takes to move forward.
I am wound up, antsy and ready for the Ina project to start. There comes a point where the planning, the preparing, the organizing, the promoting, the thinking…it all has been done, and it is time to act. I am ready to act. Hand me a prep list, and get out of my way. You might say my brain is fried, my emotions are running hot, and my opinions are a bit…spicy. Thank you for bearing with me. Monday can’t get here fast enough.
Here is what we talked about this week…
ONE.
Did you attend your high school reunion? Me neither. But Ada is currently at her twenty year reunion, and we all are living vicariously through the experience of watching her step back in time. The friendships, the parents, the group dynamics. It’s all fascinating, and reminds me that some things never change.
TWO.
Check. This. Out. An attachment for the Kitchen Aid mixer that weighs the dry ingredients, sifts them, and then adds them to the bowl. Is this the future??? I can’t decide if I love it or hate it.
THREE.
Chime in. Leggings are tight, stretchy pants. Sometimes called yoga pants. Sometimes called running tights. Leggings are what you work out in. Track pants are baggy yet tapered sweat pants. Sort of fashionable, slouchy, wear them around town or whatever. Treggings (not a typo) are a combo of track pants and leggings. And now we have officially become ridiculous.
FOUR.
And speaking of clothing, I’m going to need the females of America to start wearing more of it. Listen up, girls. Everyone, regardless of age, body type, build, or level of fitness has a line where their leg ends and their booty begins. It’s an anatomical fact. If I can see that line while you are walking around in public, you’re not wearing shorts. You’re wearing underwear. Go put some clothes on for crying out loud.
FIVE.
Do you suffer from motion sickness? If so, you can relate. Motion makes me feel horrible. I can’t sit in the backseat of a car. I can’t travel well on a train. Flying can be fine, unless it is turbulent, in which case, I am sunk. If I can’t see the horizon, it’s over for me. I once spent an entire flight with my eyes squeezed tightly shut so that my brain wouldn’t freak out and tell my body to feel nauseous. Enter the miracle glasses. These will be mine one day, and I don’t care even a little bit how they look.
SIX. My favorite way to eat ice cream is from a frozen coffee mug, wrapped with a dish towel, using a tiny silver spoon. It’s etherial. Particularly if the flavor is Blue Bell Chocolate Chip. Ice cream is my favorite. An after reading this article, my love for the tiny spoon seems less crazy.
SEVEN.
We got a doorbell! At Hurley House, that is. For the drive through. Ding dong. Ding dong. Sometimes, depending on where we are standing, we can’t see you. And we want to see you! So now, if you drive up and can’t see us, just hit the doorbell, and let us know that you are there. It’s super fun, and functional. Ding dong. Ding dong.
Have a lovely weekend and get excited for Ina on Monday!!!
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